Wednesday, June 5, 2019

The Censurer



The bow-tied critic,
The butchering cynic, 
The hackneyed septic, 
The judicial Tu Quogue heretic, 
The purple prose linguistic,
The barb-eyed idiolect,
The coyly satirical euphemistic, 
The blue-stocking cryptic, 
The plosive acerbic, 
The annotated generic,
The diacritical rubric, 
The pontificated skeptic,
The non sequitur idiot. 

©️ 3/05/2013

 - John Hardesty 
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